"You neglected to mention that," Sirius murmured, settling his hand on the jut of Remus's hip.
"Reminds me of the pouch you gave me." The nostalgia for it turned his smile to a rueful shade before he noticed how Remus was reacting to his touch. Remus was nervous, that much was parading across good and clear. Older though he was, Remus somehow managed to retain the shyness of his awkward teen years.